Celerity
shape without form, shade without colour
- Jan 24, 2021
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This younger guy has expressed interest in me, all but asking me out. We have a mutual friend, and I don't ever intend to lead somebody on, so I told him truthfully that now is just not a good time to date anybody. I live at home and can barely rub two pennies together, after all.
But yesterday, a supervisor at work I've had a crush on since forever spoke to me alone, and I realized I would totally say yes if he asked me on a date despite all the possible negative consequences.
I don't regret lying to the guy since I spared his feelings, but I was just taken aback by my inconsistency. Now, this may be colored to my unabashed thirstiness lately, but I don't think so.
I am ambivalent about everything. I don't want to die necessarily, but I am afraid of what it would mean to truly live. I fantasize about sex and relationships, but I only target my fantasies on the unavailable and desperately out-of-my league.
Not for the first time, I wish I wasn't such a fucking coward. For most people, a life worth living doesn't just fall into your lap. You have to put yourself out there and go get what you want. Otherwise, events just sort of happen to you and you wake up decades later, suddenly old and tired with little to show for it, wiping off the stale crumbs of a yesterday you can barely remember.
It's funny to me where my mind goes when thinking about the simplest, petty things. Anyway, thanks for reading.
But yesterday, a supervisor at work I've had a crush on since forever spoke to me alone, and I realized I would totally say yes if he asked me on a date despite all the possible negative consequences.
I don't regret lying to the guy since I spared his feelings, but I was just taken aback by my inconsistency. Now, this may be colored to my unabashed thirstiness lately, but I don't think so.
I am ambivalent about everything. I don't want to die necessarily, but I am afraid of what it would mean to truly live. I fantasize about sex and relationships, but I only target my fantasies on the unavailable and desperately out-of-my league.
Not for the first time, I wish I wasn't such a fucking coward. For most people, a life worth living doesn't just fall into your lap. You have to put yourself out there and go get what you want. Otherwise, events just sort of happen to you and you wake up decades later, suddenly old and tired with little to show for it, wiping off the stale crumbs of a yesterday you can barely remember.
It's funny to me where my mind goes when thinking about the simplest, petty things. Anyway, thanks for reading.